Novel & Cerita Supernatural Funny Quotes

Still, as long as I or a body part don’t end up in a trophy case, this might seem as funny to me as it has to Lucy and Shannon. Eventually. “This is not funny, and I am not joking!” Thankfully or unfortunately, whichever works, ‘Jonathan’ chooses that moment to launch himself on a squirrel thinking it’s a bat. “DIE DEMON,” his sharp accented declaration is likely heard by the people in the lobby, it’s so loud. Not to mention every other person doing their best to avoid the lunatic as they walk through the thirty by thirty swing doors.

Prologue: The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now

I asked. "Well, how do I explain this. The supernaturals that have more human tendencies seek out human mates." "So the wolf wants to mate with me?" I asked and Liam burst out into laughter. My eyes widened in panic. "Liam this is not funny!" I shrieked probably turning all shades of red. "What's so funny?" May asked as she inspected the ground with a magnifying glass. "Nothing," Liam said between his laughter. I nudged him digging my elbow into his ribs. "I'm serious Liam that's freaky," I said and he calmed down.

I say equally excitedly, and smile at my friend. “I can’t either. Maybe we’ll find some clues! We could be detectives, like in CSI, or maybe more like in that show I showed you, Limitless, since we’ve got our supernatural abilities, and Brian had NZT,” Alexander says, babbling on about a show we’ve been watching. It’s just like him to drag some pop-culture reference into our every day lives, but I love it. I’m not used to it, but I love it. “NZT is nothing like our wolf-stuff,” I comment, smirking a little at him for the stretchy resemblance he’s making up.

The supernaturals' wines and drinks were known for their quality and strength—strong enough to get him drunk and strong enough to unalive a human if consumed excessively. “Relax, you’ll only have half a glass of each. You wanted to try them out, remember?” I didn’t expect him to take my snarky comment, the other day, seriously.

“ Or does that only apply to safe rides and cotton candy? You know what, if you want cotton candy, I'll buy it for you. " I huffed, folding my arms. “I am sentimental,” I said defensively. “And superstitious.” “Superstitious?” he echoed, clearly entertained now. “Yes,” I said, lifting my chin. “I believe there are forces beyond our control in this world. Not everything can be explained away logically.” Max blinked at me for a second, then let out a short laugh. “God,” he said, shaking his head. “You sound just like my lunatic, spiritual brother.”

The fluorescent lights blinked awake, throwing the hall into a harsh, clinical brightness that made everything—the desks, the scratched floors, the pale faces around me—feel suddenly too real. The room burst into scattered conversation. Laughter. Scoffs. The snap of closing notebooks. I sat still, numb, while the noise washed over me like a tide I didn’t belong to. "Come on, really?" a guy in the back called out, his voice carrying easily. "A bloodline of supernatural hybrids hiding among us? Cool story, but c’mon." Another chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, drinking blood, walking in the sun? What is this, Vampire Superman? No way."

My eyes widen in shock as I glance at him to see if he's joking or not. "A...A...witch" He stares at me with amusement dancing around his eyes. "Yes, you didn't really think we were the only supernaturals in the world, right?" I gave him a look that said, "Duh," like, how was I to know there were other supernatural people like them? Orpheus laughed, taking hold of my hand and giving it a light squeeze. "Don't worry your pretty head about it now; that's another discussion for the day."

“What if I said our meeting wasn’t accidental?” “I’d say you’ve been watching too many supernatural movies and reading too many werewolf tropes. It’s either that or you’ve gone mad!” Shit, I think. This is going to be one hell of a talk.

they cheer enthusiastically, throwing me a smile so bright you could see it from space. With a simple push of my fingers, I shut my front door while keeping my attention on my unapproved houseguest. “I’m sorry, is there a big neon sign above my door that says, ‘God Hostel’ and no one told me?” I quip sarcastically. They throw their head back and laugh, “You really are a delight, but what makes you think I’m a God?” they ask slyly. “If it walks like a God and talks like a God, then it’s probably a pain in my ass,” I say indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest.